In this gigantic temple, watching the battle isn't confined to just a few people present; actually, there are thousands of viewers online as well.
As the representative of goofy players, the only one lucky enough to witness this duel from the front row was Heart Flying with the Wind.
But here's the problem: this guy is the introverted type who doesn't frequent forums, doesn't watch live broadcasts, and doesn't participate much in chat groups. It was only after he met Youyu and joined the player camp by his side that he began to engage with player forums.
When Youyu's duel started, he casually took a screenshot, opened a thread, tossed it onto the forum, and vanished without a trace. The ensuing duel was high energy throughout, with the six Egyptian Gods going back and forth, big monsters appearing one after another.
Heart Flying with the Wind had to take a screenshot every so often. Each frame of the Gods clashing was a masterpiece worthy of the world, and any random frame could be an excellent wallpaper.
Yet this guy just snapped a few screenshots and nonchalantly threw them onto the forum without further posts. This drove countless impatient goofy players mad.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
A great throng of uncultured goofballs shouted in the forum.
Don't underestimate these two simple words.
"Wo" pronounced with the fourth tone and "cao" with the fourth tone can express amazement; "wo" with the fourth tone and "cao" with the second tone can express inquiry; "wo" with the fourth tone and "cao" with a neutral tone can express shock; "wo" with a neutral tone and "cao" with the fourth tone can express praise...
The saying "One phrase of wo cao conquers the world" has its reasons. That's the charm of language.
But screenshots are just screenshots. Having pictures but no context only makes players on the forum more thirsty. It's like seeing infinitely beautiful scenery right in front of you, but only being allowed to look, not touch—truly cruel.
A bunch of goofy players in the post couldn't hold back anymore.
"Thousands of signatures for the OP to start a live broadcast!"
"Leaving pictures without seeds..."
"I have a life-and-death buddy who wants to know if there's a live room code."
"Coincidentally, I have a friend as close as brothers asking the same thing."
"The one before, I want to befriend your friend."
"..."
However, Heart Flying with the Wind ignored all the follow-up replies.
Apart from casually tossing screenshots onto the forum, he was entirely absorbed in observing the divine battle.
Live broadcast? Live what broadcast?
Not fun, no interest.
But he recorded the entire duel process. Although he's just a player with no interest in starting a live broadcast, he doesn't mind tossing the recording onto the forum later for the public's benefit.
After successive twists and earth-shaking clashes of divine power, the intense battle finally reached its conclusion.
[Nameless Pharaoh, LP 200 →LP 0]
Accompanied by a meteor shower, the Pharaoh's Life Points finally fell to zero. But his spine remained erect, his stance unmoved as he calmly absorbed the impact of the Meteor Light.
His lips curled into a slight smile, and his figure vanished into an afterimage.
The door that opened burst with dazzling white light, momentarily engulfing everything in the entire hall. Youyu felt his retinas pierced by the intense brilliance, forcing his eyelids closed.
When he reopened his eyes, the temple had reverted to the state it was when they arrived.
A golden splendid hall that seemed like a palace paved with gold. The walls reflected light so brightly they mirrored the group's silhouettes clearly.
The collapsed pillars, cracked walls, and floor all restored to their original state, and the stone slab engraved with hieroglyphics was still firmly positioned at the end of the room. The spot supposedly engraved with the "Name of the King" remained flattened.
As if the intense battle that just happened was merely a dream, not something that truly took place.
"What's the situation now?" Jonouchi was a bit bewildered, "Did we win?"
"Should be... right?" Yugi's tone was also a bit hesitant.
Mana still sat on the ground, looking around blankly, her cute little face full of the classic philosophical trifecta, "Who am I, where am I, what am I supposed to do?"
Anzu turned her gaze to the figure standing before the stone slab and tentatively asked, "Youyu?"
Youyu turned around slowly, and everyone held their breath simultaneously.
Did he succeed?
At least on the surface, it seems Youyu should have passed the King's Trial. He's demonstrated that his strength surpasses that of the Pharaoh from three thousand years ago, and by the procedure, he should have acquired the Name of the King.
Youyu walked down the blindingly golden steps, silent as he approached the group. He stopped, took out a card, and handed it over.
Yugi reached out to accept it, and all the buddies quickly gathered their heads together.
But they were all universally disappointed to find that it was just a blank card. Empty like a sheet of white paper yet to inked, there was nothing on it.
"So, that's all you get from passing the trial…" Yugi couldn't hide the disappointment in his expression.
He had thought that finally, he would learn the true name of his other self.
He had thought he could finally help him...
Actually, Youyu was a bit bewildered too.
This trial was perhaps originally meant for the Pharaoh three thousand years later—Dark Yugi. Youyu thought if it were Dark Yugi himself instead of him, receiving such a blank card, perhaps Dark Yugi would quickly comprehend its meaning.
Got it.
Nothing written on the card = Whatever the king says it is, that's what it is.
In the final battle against Sok, Dark Yugi would simply pull out this blank card and shout that he banishes the Three Egyptian Gods from the game from his hand, deck, and graveyard, then special summons "Holactie the Creator of Light" from outside the deck and declares victory!
Thus, the Great Evil God Sok: dead.
Anyway, given the conservative estimate of antagonists defeated by the force of mouth, taking a trip around the Earth, one more Great Evil God Sok wouldn't be missed.
Once he gets to Hell, bored, the Great Evil God might even exchange stories of defeat with other unfortunate predecessors.
Sok: Man, that Pharaoh was seriously cunning. Right at the scene, he slapped me with a blank card, claiming that although the card didn't say so, he could summon Holactie the Creator of Light. I hadn't even spoken a word before he took me out.
Dartz: Funny, I had the same experience. The Pharaoh at the time slapped down a blank card, saying that even though it wasn't written on the card, he could special summon the mythical Three Musketeers. I was done in by Divine Serpent Geh; the card didn't even say so, and there weren't those three darn things in his deck…
...
It's a shame that it wasn't the king who passed this trial, but him, the fake protagonist of this world, Youyu. In his hands, a blank card is just a blank card, utterly useless.
However, this trial seems to have yielded more than just this blank card.
Youyu opened the skill panel, surprised to find there was a new skill—
—Call the True Name!
No skill description, no activation condition. Although this skill was newly added, the skill option was still greyed out, seemingly in an unlocked state.
It's quite baffling indeed.
Here, Youyu could only deduce based on the consistent tricks in the game of cards.
This skill... perhaps still needs to be unlocked by playing cards?